Hallelujah, I'm a Bum

Hallelujah, I'm a Bum

Why don' you work like other folks do?

How the hell can I work when there's no work to do?

Oh, why do you work eight hours or more?

There'd be jobs for two if you'd only work four.

Oh, why speed up work till you're ready to fall?

If you'd only slow down, there'd be work for us all.

Whenever | get all the money I earn,

The boss will be broke and to work he must tum.

Our wages can' buy all the wealth we produce;

So the factories shut down and we are turned loose.

I worked overtime like a big greedy slob;

Now the warehouse is full and I'm out of a job.

I hate this company, I hate this job,

But I'm tec proud to beg and too honest to rob.

So I worked very hard, till I got the ftu,

Missed four days of work, and they told me, "You're thru.""f

About five months ago, my unemployment ran out.

Now I stay in the shelters and travel about.

When I walk down the street, all the people I see

Look up, down and round, but they won' look at me.

So I'm on the bum and I tell you, it's true:

It happened to me, it could happen to you.

But don' you complain, don' open your eyes.

Don' talk revolution, and don' organize.